I'm off-road this week (metaphorically speaking), to the cinema. And don’t worry, I’ve not been to the cinema this week, not only due to current restrictions, but also because I am not a fan. In fact, personally, I can not imagine many worse ways to waste my money and time, other than gambling. Thinking aloud, …
One for the road?
Spring has sprung. Hurrah! Well at least it had last weekend, though it seems to have retreated back to the Mediterranean for now. It was incredible to finally feel some genuine warmth from the sun, with dry roads appropriate for my non-winter bike, and an opportunity to go riding on the road dressed marginally more …
Trust me, it’s magnificent
Every time I go out to ride, I try to think of topics that I would like to explore through The Gabbling MAMIL. Invariably there is one that I keep coming back to. Mid-ride, full of endorphins and serotonin, it is a brilliant idea that I can't believe hasn't made it onto my page yet... …
A Smidgen More Cool
I have just stepped out of the shower, looked in the mirror, and received a solid reminder that I am not getting any younger. I won't elaborate on the specific vision that told me this, but it is an inescapable fact that I am getting older, and I am afraid that goes for you too! …
Sound’s good for me
Can you hear that? Nothing. Not a sound. Not a dripping tap, a singing bird, or a snoring dog in her bed under my desk. I really don’t do silence very well at all. Fortunately, or perhaps consequentially, I am very fond of music. So whenever I am not engaged in a particular task that …
A damn good thrashing…
My bike is taking an absolute battering at the moment. Water, mud, sand, salt and every other bit of junk that you can imagine is rather upsettlingly flicking up off the road into it's sensitive parts - and nobody wants that. The amount of 'foreign objects' that I wash off the bike at the end …
Time Well Spent
It’s really interesting, to me at least, that we can know something is really good for us, and yet we don’t do it, forget to do it, or allow life to dictate our rhythms, routines and 'to do' lists such that the things that are really good for us are sacrificed with disturbing frequency. Equally, …
Addicted? Possibly.
I had been preparing my next gabble as a homage to how miserable the last 2 weeks have been, both in the real world and on my bike. As I read it back to myself, it didn't so much dawn on me, as punch me squarely in the face that I was getting sucked into …
Saving Up…
I’ve got a problem. It doesn’t require a screwdriver, or any tools for that matter, as it can’t be fixed… it’s not that sort of problem. Though I am certainly experienced at creating that sort of problem. Seven years ago I flirted with catastrophe (and possibly death) when I drilled through my house's mains gas …
Jaffa Cake, anyone?
We're often told to only worry about what we can control. It's an admirable, if not truly important quality, in particular at these most challenging of recent times. Thinking back to this time last year, I was amidst my own, not insignificant, meltdown. And yet, not even in my wildest apocalyptic visions of how the …
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